PLAYING SPIRITUALITY HOOKY

Sometimes it's nice to stay home for a day.

Sometimes it sorta sucks.


The idea of being just ill enough to free you from all regular social interactions, all work responsibilities, but not "really" sick enough to feel, well, SICK, is something we all wish for at times.

But being ill enough to feel, well, SICK, and staying home because, heck, you're SICK... that stinks.

Today I stayed home from church, sick with a bad cold, but secretly hoping that I actually wasn't that sick, and could enjoy the time home alone.

Yeah, no such luck.

I was sick.

MIDNIGHT MADNESS

The other night I had a soda explode in my face.

Ungainly is a polite expression, but an honest description of me would include gawky, clumsy... well, I tend to drop things.

Easily.

And frequently.

So it wasn't entirely shocking that the can slipped easily from my grip.

But, like the true solider I am (see title of previous post), I immediately threw myself on top of the grenade (sidebar: did you know the word 'grenade' is derived from the French word for 'pomegranate'?) in order to absorb the detonation.

Well, actually, I picked up the foaming, spitting and hissing can, resulting in sticky, sweet fizzy soda flowing all over my hands, my arms, my legs AND getting into my hair (I'm getting it cut Wednesday, but it is actually pretty long ... for me, at least)...

... and proceeded to get more over the refrigerator, the kitchen island, and most of the cabinets until I got it into the sink.

And THEN the thought came to me of the brilliant concept of COVERING the can with any one of five readily available dish towels and thus stopping the insane leakage.

It was with a certain kind of surreal quality to be cleaning the kitchen floor at 1:15 a.m.

Now - what did YOU get to do last night?